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Kamaiyah Johnson
Kamaiyah Johnson
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Kamaiyah Johnson
Kamaiyah Johnson
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Pierre Delince
Pierre Delince
Songwriter
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CT Beats
CT Beats
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Clayton William
Clayton William
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Letra

I've been taken advantage of Some of my best friends snitched on me Got me lookin' around like, "Which homie?" 'Cause my day ones switched on me Some of my family members are only DNA in common For a couple dollars, and they'll promise To lay your mama and wouldn't think twice about it I go crazy, don't I? I go cuckoo Drippin' brazy, don't I? In that new-new Hustle 100 straight nights to get a new coupe Leave messages on Shay line, that's my boo-boo, mwah I enjoy loyalty, uh, 'cause I'm royalty, uh Baby spoil me, uh, that mean more to me, uh Trеat me like I'm special, that's gon' gеt you foreign keys Diamonds on my neck prolly cost a quarter ki' Don't make no sense-sense, how they glis'-glis'? I'm a big deal, these bitches throwin' big fits Tryna catch a vibe and stand close to a rich bitch I shoot my shot, I bet your nigga, bet I swish-swish I'm movin' militant (uh) I'm a monster (uh) Pushin' my ex to catch the body but he locked up (uh) All that shit that's goin' down, I stay on top of (uh) I specialize in solid rides and pop-ups (uh) I can't trust nobody, I tried Stood in my face, kept tellin' me lies On my own ten toes, nigga, I stood high Tried to hold me down, nigga, still I rise Fraud motherfuckers ain't real like this (for real) Turn me into a savage, I'm militant (for real) Smile in your face but they envious (for real) I need reparations and millions I'm a savage Dress classy, but I still be totin' ratchets Finessing for that bread, I gotta have it Want a blessing? Well lil' bitch, come get nasty Bitch, I'm livin' lavish I got expensive habits, I fully done got my weight up Built an empire with the paper Dressed in all black like the Raiders Black gun came with a red laser Fuck you bitch, gotta pay me for a favor You niggas be low-key haters High-key, I'm a paper chaser, rock upon angels But I'm a fuckin' Hell raiser, soul snatcher, undertaker Catch a 'opp, nigga, see ya later Put a 'opp on a ventilator Fuckin' on yo' thot, I'm her father, bitch, I'm Darth Vader How she callin' me "daddy"? Would've thought I made her Had cake since a jit, I could've been fucked Anna Mae Shout out to Frisco, just made a mil' in the bay Ran up these racks, I'm eatin' tenderloin steaks The East O with me, can't get shit up off my plate I can't trust nobody, I tried Stood in my face, kept tellin' me lies On my own ten toes, nigga, I stood high Tried to hold me down, nigga, still I rise Fraud motherfuckers ain't real like this (for real) Turn me into a savage, I'm militant (for real) Smile in yo' face but they envious (for real) I need reparations and millions, mmm
Writer(s): Clarence Eugene Thomas, Kamaiyah Johnson, Daniel Jones, Pierre Delince, Love Scales Armani Devante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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